Love is a gift from heaven,
Sent from the Lord above.
Love is the Holy Spirit,
Fluttering gently as a dove.

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Love is a gift from heaven,
Lifting us from the mire.
Love is the Holy Spirit,
Setting our hearts on fire.

Love is a gift from heaven,
For all mankind has sinned.
Love is the Holy Spirit,
A mighty rushing wind.

Love is a gift from heaven,
It’s something we all need.
Love is the Holy Spirit,
The Father’s lambs He’ll feed.

Love is a gift from heaven,
Sealed forever on Calvary.
Love is the Holy Spirit,
The best gift of all is free.

© Ailsa Yates 9/2/96

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Love is a passion,
Love is a fire,
Consuming all before it.

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Sin is consumed by fire,
Consumed by Love,
Love conquers all.

Love is truth, and peace and joy,
Love is stronger than sin or fear.
Love is God and God is love.

One God, One Truth, One Love,
Three parts to One God,
Three times the love.

One Love consuming all,
Infilling all
Who would share this Love.

© Ailsa Yates 30/1/96

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Dusky skinned child, plays in the sand,
Learning to live with, and love the land
Aunties and Uncles, in profusion, around;
Possessions are few, but love abounds

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Pale skinned lawyer, of the city street,
Lives with his books, keeps everything neat,
Thinks, “how could a child with nothing to wear,
Be growing ‘correctly’, living ‘out there’?”

Taught of a God who ‘prefers you white’,
Yet Your Spirit witnesses, “This isn’t right”,
Hears of a God who’ll not slumber, nor sleep,
But lovingly over them, watch always keep.

This is a God who does not see the skin,
But only the spirit, that dwells deep within,
This is a God who exists everywhere,
With their folk faraway, and with the child there.

This is a God to their Dreamtime akin,
For from Him, and through Him, all things did begin.
This is a God who will help them survive,
Keeping their heritage, inside, alive.

Many the things, that were done in Your Name,
Should cause us to hang down our heads in shame,
Many the things that we still do now,
Would cause a furrow, in our Father’s brow.

Teach us to love and to live in peace,
Let fighting between all Your children cease,
Let us, no longer; look at the skin,
But welcome our sibling, who is within.

Let us, as Your family, proudly declare,
That this is a land in which all can share,
Turn from the past, with its sin and shame,
And proudly together, exalt Your Name.

Let us become, a nation of love,
Lifting Your Name to the heavens above,
Open Your heavens, and out blessings pour,
Till all people are Yours, from shore to shore.

© Ailsa Yates 31/5/97

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Breathe on me, Thou Breath of God,
For when Your Spirit burns through me;
He cleans out all not right.

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And though to be like You, oh Lord,
Is now my heart’s desire,
I know that I am fleshly too,
And fearful of Your fire.

So take me gently by the hand,
Show me what I must see;
The things that must be driven out,
That I might grow like Thee.

© Ailsa Yates 15/6/97

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Why do we see the sun, and not the light?
Why in the world, must there always be a fight?
Why can mankind, never live aright?
God knows.

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Why do we keep our hearts and eyes downcast?
Why let days and years, in haste, rush past?
Why not turn to the words of truth, that last?
God shows.

Why should we try to walk, the narrow way?
Why should we listen, to what God has to say?
Why should we read His Book, every day?
God grows.

Why should we offer a hand of love?
Why pray for healing from above?
Why speak of the Spirit, sweet, gentle dove?
God flows.

Why was there ever a Calvary?
Why did Jesus’ death set us free?
Why at His Name, do demons flee?
God overthrows!

Why did God choose to create mankind?
Why in each of us does He pleasure find?
Why the whole of our lives, with His love, does He bind?
Only God knows!!

© Ailsa Yates 29/7/97

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My God

My God is Light and Love and Truth,
My God is always there for me.
He fills my heart, my head with song,
And lives within me all day long.

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The Lord of heaven lives with me,
It’s hard to understand,
But when I put my trust in Him,
He gently takes my hand.

He’s there to guide, to prompt, to lead,
But never force my will.
If I can only trust in Him,
Till death, He’ll guide me still.

And when death’s door is opened wide,
I’ll meet Him on the other side.
My soul’s joy then will be complete,
My Lord, my Love and I will meet.

© Ailsa Yates 26/1/96

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When East Met West

East is east, and west is west,
And never the twain shall meet; – they say,
But east met west, and west met east,
In Christ; upon that day.

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The thunder roared, the lightening cracked,
And the curtain split in two;
As Christ was slain upon that Cross;
Sacrificed for me and you.

He gave His life, He gave His all,
When slain upon that tree,
He let His blood and love flow down,
As He died for you and me.

And the angels wept, and the sky grew dark,
As the curtain split down from the rod,
And the Roman soldier stood in awe, and said;
”Truly; this was the Son of God.”

So what do you say when you look on the Cross
Upon which your Saviour died?
Do you dare to stand up and say “Thank You, Lord”,
Or will Jesus once more be denied?

For He is your Saviour, whatever you think,
He died on that Cross, just for you,
But He left you free to make that choice,
To decide what you want to do.

You can take this gift, which He’s given with joy,
And thank God every day you’re alive,
Or decide you’d rather ‘just go it alone’,
And depend on yourself to survive.

You may say that a Christian’s just using a crutch,
Or deceiving themselves in a lie,
But I’d rather be leaning on Jesus, my Lord,
Than struggling alone till I die.

He’s offering peace, and He’s offering hope,
And a joy that wells up from within,
He offers us healing, He offers us love,
And the Father’s forgiveness from sin.

It’s never too late and it’s never too soon,
To reach out and grasp what He’ll give,
Just open your heart and invite Him right in,
And see how He’ll help you to live.

He’ll give you His strength, to walk through each day,
He’ll share in your burdens and care,
And when the accuser points right in your face,
You’ll find Jesus, your Lawyer, is there.

He’ll say, “Father, I hear that this soul’s been accused,
And maybe those things said are true,
But already I’ve been there, and I’ve paid the price,
And I’ve claimed this soul, just for You.”

But He cannot claim that, if you’re not His own,
If you’ve never given Him the right,
If He’s not your Saviour, if you’ve not asked Him in,
Then for you He cannot take the fight.

So think of those things that this ‘Man’ Jesus did,
As He hung on that Cross long ago,
And ask Him to come, with His hope, to your heart,
And to more of His nature, you show.

And ask of His Spirit, to teach you the way,
To make Him your Saviour and Lord,
To guide you, to teach you, to open your eyes,
To the truth and the life in His Word.

Your heart it will soften, and learn to believe,
Till your mouth will declare Him to be,
Your Lord and your Saviour, your Father, your God,
And your soul be forever set free.

© Ailsa Yates (5-5.30am) 6/4/07 (Good Friday morning)

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